MEMORIES

 

    I guess my first memories as a kid were with my mom, before she was brutally murdered by her ex-boyfriend. I may have been about 4 years old. I only have a few but they were all good memories. Short but good. I can remember how my mom made my malt-o-meal; she would always make me a bowl with marshmallows in the shape of a smiley face. Funny how that sticks out as one of my biggest memories of her. It kept me grounded on how big her heart was and how much she loved me. I have memories of us swimming in the pool at the apartment complex we lived in. I even remember she got me my first girlfriend. I remember her giving me a ring, I couldn't tell you if the thing was real or not, but she gave me the ring one day, and escorted me about 4 or 5 doors down from where we lived and had me knock on this door. When this little girl and her mom opened the door, with a huge grin on my face, I placed the ring in her hand, and the little girl planted a big kiss on my cheek. I had a later memory of me and that same little girl hunching on the patio when no one was looking. Yes I was about 4, don't judge.

Oh and how about the time I lost my first tooth. I remember the next day the tooth fairy put $10 under my pillow. So that day my mom took me to a little put- put golf course located behind the apartments. I don't remember playing, but I remember my mom being the best tooth fairy in the world.

To this day, although I was only 5 years old when she passed, I can take you to the exact apartments and the door we lived. One of the things that always made me remember home is, it was located at the end of this bridge. What made this bridge different than any other is, the memories I have going over this bridge are the old fashioned lights that ran down the side. I always knew that once we reached the end of those lights, we would be home. The light at the end of the bridge I guess you could say. There was a smell in my mother's house when she cooked that was a very unique smell, But I will never forget it. The memory of that smell was associated with her like the memory of her existence. I remember my mom had two dogs, a black one and a white one, both poodles. I always felt that these two dogs gave me my first glance at good and evil. The black one was mean as hell, and the whit one was nice. If you ever pet the white one and the black one was around, he would try to bite you. And if you try to pet the black one then………. Well he would still bite you, but if the white one was around then he would lick you until you gave him attention. I remember one time that I tried to pet the black one, and he bit my hand. When I ran into the kitchen crying to my mother, she just turned and told me to go bite him back. So I did that, and she realized I did when she heard the dog yelping from the other room. But to this day I always symbolized those two dogs to and evil.

 

 

-jboogie